Chapter 8 - Sneaking In

We were wet. He was holding the green creature hanging in the air. I feel pity for it as it was struggling for its life.

"What will you do to it?" I asked him. I was sitting beside the pool while I took off my damp running shoes. I can't believe that it ended this way. Maybe I was bound to fail and heaven don't want him to be my first kiss. Ellie will be laughing out loud when I tell her this.

"We will roast it and eat it together," he said coldly. I gazed at him but his face was unreadable. Poor frog, to suffer the wrath of a tyrant king was an abominable faith.

"Not in the million years Sir," I replied. My clothes were soaked and I was freezing. I must get out of here! I raised and stiffened when I saw Fitzgerald took off his shirt. He was so beautiful like a sculpture of Adonis. He has a lean muscular body and his abdominal muscles were so defined. I was tempted to touch it, but I control myself before I can do such nonsensical things. I would not allow myself to submerge in lustful thoughts.

I grasped my shoes and got upright, not looking at anything but his face. It was tempting to look at his body but I must resist this temptation.

"I must go, Sir," I said firmly. I have still a mission to do and staying here won't get me to anything further.

"You change your clothes first," he adjured, looking at my drenched clothes.

"I will change in my apartment Sir," I answered walking away from him, but he held my hand and stopped me.

"You're a stubborn woman," he stated irritatingly.

"And you're a domineering man," I answered back.

"Answer me back more and you're fired," he challenged. He is a tyrant indeed! I tighten my jaw showing my annoyance to him.

Then a butler came with two white towels in his arms. Fitzgerald grabbed it and cover it to his back. He grasped the other towel and put it on my head.

"Thank you, Sir," I said in sarcasm.

The butler guided me to the guest room together with the old maid named Ana.

"I'll prepare everything you'll need Miss Miller. Don't worry I'll dry clean you're clothes and your shoes. You can take shower while I ready everything," she said courteously with a smile. I nodded like a good little preschool girl and I was left alone in the room.

It was a simple room and everything was tinted with white.  From the four-poster double size bed to the bedside table and the lamp. The sofa was white and the vanity dresser too, except for the carpet that was dyed with beige.

I went to a bathroom and took a shower. All that I needed was there, from shampoo to a disposable toothbrush. I finished showered and wore the bathrobe that was hanging. I put my damped clothes in a laundry basket. I will just get it later.

As I went to the bed, I saw a set of clothes. There were underwears too. I felt embarrassed but I have no choice but to wear it.

I made sure that the door was lock before I change clothes. So, there was a three-set of dresses. Ana must have a keen eye for fashion. I chose the white cold shoulder mini dress matched it with white strappy sandals. The other two dresses were also adorable but I'm not fond of the colour pink and yellow.

I sat down on the vanity mirror and blow-dried my hair. It took me a half-hour to dried my hair because it's too long that it already reached my waist. I must go to a hairdresser in my spare time to cut it and dyed it again.

All was done and I'm ready to go.  Ana took my damped clothes and shoes and said I have to wait another half hour.

I got nothing to do. I lied down to the bed while waiting for Ana. It's been an exhausting morning and my body was already worn out. I closed my eyes and slowly I was drifted to sleep.

"Gabriela!" someone called me and It was a boy. I gazed to my side and found my seven years old self.

The thin boy with dark hair came in front of little Gabriela and held her hand tugging her away. I followed them and they were heading to the park. Little Gabriela pulled her hand and stopped walking.

"What are you doing?" She asked while raising her brows. The boy frowned and looked at her in confusion with his grey eyes.

"Are you feeling well Gabby?" The boy asked in concern while he touches the forehead of my little self by the back of his hand.

"No Timothy! I don't want to be your friends anymore! I don't want to play with you from now on!" Little Gabriela said firmly while crossing her arms. The boy stiffened and his gaze turned to cold.

He came closer to my little self and kissed me on my forehead.

"Goodbye Gabriela," he said and dashed away.

I opened my eyes and it was all a dream. I stood up and brushed my hair with my hand. What was that dream all about? Maybe I've been thinking of Fitzgerald unconsciously. Now that I entered my enemy's lair, I don't want to waste any more time. I searched the room but I cannot find anything useful.

Then, someone's knocked at the door. It was Ana with my clothes and shoes in a paper bag.

"You looked beautiful in that clothes Miss Miller," Her eyes glistened while looking at me.

"Thank you so much, Ana," I replied while getting the paper bag. I must go now, but before that, I must finish an unfinished business.

"Do you know where's Mr. Fitzgerald is? I would like to thank him for lending me these clothes," I asked innocently.

"I'm not sure if he is in his study room, but usually he spends his vacant time there," Ana replied.

"Can you tell me which room it is? Please Ana, "I pleaded, giving her my best puppy eyes.

It was a big house and I lose count of how many rooms I passed. I'm now standing outside the study room of Fitzgerald. Ana said that it was also the former study room of his father Sebastion Fitzgerald who only retired last two months ago and  I bet I can find something there.

I knocked and no one answer. I opened the door and it was unlocked. I examined my surrounding before I entered to ensure no one's watching.

I came in and no one is there. I surveyed the room and it looks like the same as his office except for the big bookshelf at the side and a sofa.  I opened the drawer and searched for anything that is beneficial but there's none. Then I searched the bottom of the table and found a secret compartment. Luckily it was not locked. My eyes widen as I found a white envelope, a letter that came from my Dad. I was about to open it when I heard a footstep coming closer. My heart was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode anytime. I close the drawer and hide the envelope at my back, underneath my lingerie, then rushed to the table and sat down while crossing my legs. I took a deep breath and smiled seductively as the door opened.

There I found Fitzgerald eyeing me suspiciously. My heart drumming in my chest as he walked towards me. His eyes were like a fire, ready to burn me anytime. I sat down like a stone, waiting for a judgement of the tyrant king.

Then he was on my front, trapping me with both arms in his desk.

"What are you doing here!?" his voice was loud as a clap of thunder that made my chest tighten in fear. He was like a beast released in a jungle.  Relax Gab, you can do this! Remember what you came here for. I gulped down the lump in my throat and spoke.

"I came here to see you, Timothy," I replied softly as I caressed his face, but he grabbed my wrist and held it firmly. It was painful and I tried to resist and get away but he was too strong. I kicked him but he dodges me.

Next thing I knew I was lying on the desk, trapped in his strong arms.

"Why are you here?" he asked again,  but now it was a calm one. But the looked on his face was like a predator, ready to kill his prey anytime. I will not back down Fitzgerald! I will hold on to that promise that the day will come that you will kneel on my feet. Too bad, my baby Glock was not here.

"I want to say thanks and apologized for what happened Sir," I stuttered. His face was close to mine and my heart was beating insanely. His eyes were like drugs that were so intoxicating. Heat spread through my body. I must hate him but I don't understand what I'm feeling right now.

He loosened his gripped and he stroked my face with his hand lightly.

"Don't do this again," he warned. His voice was dangerous, but he helps me stood up like something never happened. I must go now before he discovered the things that I had done.

"I must go now, Sir. I believe that I had already consumed your time. Thank you for the dress and sandal. Please kindly deduct it from my salary," I said as I rushed to the door to open, but Fitzgerald stopped me and shut the door closed.

"No need to do that Miss Miller 'cos you are fired," he stated. I looked at him but he looks serious. He can't fire me like this! I have still a plan and I will still attend the birthday of my Uncle Arturo.

"You can't fire me like this Sir! I didn't do anything and in the first place, you're the one who invited me in! I want to thank you and apologize but look what you did? You harassed me!" I accused but it seems like I'm talking to air.

"I won't tolerate any distraction to my work," he murmured and sat down to his desk nonchalantly. I need to do something! All my hard work will be gone! I sat downed in front of him and he raised his brows waiting for me to speak.

"Please don't fire me, Sir. I will do everything that you want," I pleaded.

"Everything?" he questioned while rubbing his chin and I nodded nervously.

~End of Chapter 8~